Tense and tired, Daphne Hopton heaved her school bag over her shoulder as she entered the classroom. Taking in Professor Truebridge's stance with hazel eyes didn't make her feel alone with her feelings. Her Prefect had arrived and Miss Hopton observed him out of the corner of her eyes, choosing a particulary thick cushion away from him.

Seperation of the sexes, please.

She had enough of boys for the time being. "Good day, Professor," she remarked politely but clearly not feeling any of it.

Good day? What was so good about it?